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Dec 12, 2003 Christmas music in Paradise? I returned to Hawaii this week and I am running a gamut of emotion. Why? Because I’m sick. I hate being sick in paradise. My two weeks of home on the “honey-do” range for the Thanksgiving Holiday, and thirty-five degree New Jersey weather has corrupted my system. ARGH! It’s not bad enough that I take medication for my mildly high blood pressure, but now I am pumping myself full of over-the-counter-but-will-not-get- a-free-plug-out-of-me-medications to stave off the fever, chills and coughs that plague my poor body. How can one be in paradise and not be in the water? I sit on this patio and watch, and listen to the conch shell calling for the torch lightings. The torches are fired and the hula dancers prepare for the show and I am burning with a slight enough fever to fail to appreciate the spectacle. I’ll get over it though. Every dance is a story. Every movement of the feet and hands is a special word added to the epic. I am facing a third of three extremely wonderful sunsets and thanking God for the vision. I arrived this week in overcast skies that held on for three days. I was beginning to wonder who had stolen the sun. But there is a hot tub. It beckons me to its warmth and the fellowship of other “poolsiders”. You already know about me and hot tubs. I have determined that I will refuse to be sick. So there! I am not sick anymore. It is probably time to move now. I seem to be in the way of the viewing of the dancers from this part of the patio. Now there’s something you don’t see every day. Three guys dressed as cowboys doing a rendition of “Rawhide” in hula format. I think John Wayne must be restless in his grave. Since the last paragraph, time has flown. I have “pooled” several laps, “tubbed” thirty minutes, “treadmilled” a mile and a half and sat still in a “severe sauna” for eight minutes that seemed like a year. Now, showered and ready for bed; medicine taken and a cup of diet beverage down my hatch, I’ll just say…goodnight. ------------ About the Author: Independent, Conservative, Christian. Married 29 years with 5 children raised and one grandson being raised. 30 year Army Veteran and published poet with www.poetry.com since Y2K. Email Michael John McCrae: michael.mccrae@us.army.mil Comment on this column in the forum. Tell a friend about this site! ------------ |
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